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Ain'T Madeleines

in old school days i used to eat paste that we were supposed to use for art works such as a stick figured snow man who's hands were made of sticks but i got stuck on eating the stuff but can't say it was like purposely putting a tube of glue in a paper bag sniffing until passing out for in simply taking a taste while copying Picasso was truly Proustian for my mind took not by smell yet was propelled to a time when i was ill and Mum was making oatmeal taking a taste spoon fed takes me back to an earlier time when i was in a highchair unaware if all but being fed pablum by someone so i suppose this wasn't a mind opening experience of remembrance of things past

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Date: 9/19/2019 8:17:00 PM
So many things whirling in my brain. Evocative penning. The taste of clay. The smell of glue. My mother talking about feeding me (age 23) in the hospital, how weird it was, how I waited mouth agape like I did as a baby. Then diving in for another read.
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Jeff Connelly
Date: 9/20/2019 9:09:00 AM
What memories you have that I didn't. This is one of my whimsies. Just playing around with Proust. But thank you Maureen.

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